Rustling Leaves

The two of us sit under the rustling trees
The wind furls around us
I lean into you and close my eyes
You are my light at the end of the tunnel
The two of us sit for hours with much to talk about
We talk about the trees
The new episodes of Arrow
You let me scream at you because two of my favorite characters are finally married
You go on about your trip to California
You show me the pictures of the palm trees you took
You wrap your arm around me
And I lay my head on your chest
I close my eyes, taking in the scent of the pine tree
I listen to your heart beat together with mine
You are the only one who can steady my racing heart
The tears I shed dry when I’m with you
You look up at the tree and laugh
I pull away and ask what’s funny
The tree reminds you of an old family tradition
You tell the story of you and your father chopping down your own Christmas tree because buying one was a waste of money
Your father dragged you to the forest that he practically grew up in
You trailed behind him with a sulk planted on your face
fifteen dollars rested in your pocket just in case things went wrong
Your mother sent the “Hey is everything okay” text every ten minutes
I watch the crinkles by your eyes form as you fall into nostalgia
The butterscotch and vanilla aroma of your jacket fill my nostrils
This will be our spot, where we come to be free
Where the troubles of our lives cannot find us
As the wind blows, the leaves wrap around us
I watch as you pick up leaves and start examining them
I can’t help but smile and chuckle to myself
You won’t admit it, but you have such a green thumb
Your love for nature is pure and beautiful
Which is one of the reasons why
I love you